[Answering is difficult, but she has been nothing if not truthful with her husband.]
The day I arrived, there was a torn and bloodied cloak hung in the feasting hall. It belonged to Tyelkormo. I later found out he was slain on the battlefield. Executed, actually, is more the correct term.
And yet... Morla restored him. He told me he loved her like a mother. And during such time I was absent. I did not know. I was told my child was dead. But we were reunited. It wasn't easy, but we were together...
[There's a brief, accusatory flash in her eyes. She doesn't say so out loud, but the thought is still there: Just what did you put our children through in the name of your folly, Fëanáro? But she continues on.]
And then... Recently... His light just... vanished. And I knew he was gone. Not even killed. Just gone. I do not know his fate. His brothers grieve as well, and hope for the best for him.
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The day I arrived, there was a torn and bloodied cloak hung in the feasting hall. It belonged to Tyelkormo. I later found out he was slain on the battlefield. Executed, actually, is more the correct term.
And yet... Morla restored him. He told me he loved her like a mother. And during such time I was absent. I did not know. I was told my child was dead. But we were reunited. It wasn't easy, but we were together...
[There's a brief, accusatory flash in her eyes. She doesn't say so out loud, but the thought is still there: Just what did you put our children through in the name of your folly, Fëanáro? But she continues on.]
And then... Recently... His light just... vanished. And I knew he was gone. Not even killed. Just gone. I do not know his fate. His brothers grieve as well, and hope for the best for him.